Note from Bookbuddy: The first book in this trilogy is Adult World described how to rejected lovers meet and form a group of like mind people exploring polyamory. Through miss fortune, this group of swingers discover they aren't universally liked draw unwanted attention from police. They are forced to move from their city and set up elsewhere. Read Adult World Pt 01 - 25 to read this.
This is a second novella in the same series. Adult Farm follows the trials and tribulations of a group of like mind polyamorous people who join forces to create a world where sex and love are separate worlds. A polyamory community focused on bringing all forms of sexual activity to those pursuing it for pleasure without shame or retribution. The lifestyle pushes emotional buttons with the participants and creates real-world issues.
New readers, I recommend starting at - Adult World Pt 01 The Meeting - to discover how these relationships affect our heroes.
If you have read that, then start Adult Farm Pt 01 The Water Hole Everyone else, thanks for continuing to support this tale and above all enjoy.
All Characters in this story are over the age of 18 Years old and are consenting adults.
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Painted a pale green, the interview room was no bigger than three metres by three metres, it smelt like a mix between hospital disinfectant and musty sweat. A door made of solid varnished timber led to a corridor Constable Boswell roughly shoved Dave down to this room. Daves only experience of the police station was the front desk. It appeared tiny; he was no expert never being behind the counter of one. The whole shitty incident had taken place in the late afternoon, early evening, and most of the day workers had gone home, leaving the evening shift. The phones automatically switched through to the city, only a couple of officers handled the evening and night shifts. Nothing happened here.
The other person on duty was a woman. A stockily built lady, short black hair, weather-beaten face with the hint of a smile. Dave thought out of uniform would be a bit of a middle age looker. He had gotten into the habit of mentally undressing everyone he met. This habit had risen from a game that he and June shared: she did the boys and he the girls. They would make story's up about who they were and what their sex story was, the stories could become quite outlandish, her story formed in his mind he saw her as a submissive being led on a leash on all fours naked by her master dressed in dress police uniform. Just as he was coming to the interesting bit, the door opened and there stood Boswell.
"What's the password for your phone?" He shouted.
"Doesn't have one."
Dave didn't see the next move coming, his ear exploded as Boswell hit him across it with the back of his hand sending Dave to the floor, knocking him off his chair sending the chair across the floor.
"Everything Okay here?" the police lady poked her head around the door.
"Yeah, he just fell off his chair." Boswell was quick to say.
"You Okay son, Dave, isn't it? You from up the old Macquarie, place hippies I believe?"
"Yes, that's us, with the house nearly gone now, I don't know what we will do,"
The police woman walked in the room, picked up the chair, and placed it by Dave. She turned to Boswell.
"Is that Mr Stapleton's phone, if it is, give it to him or put it in an evidence bag. What's he here for, anyway?"
"Attempted murder, if the lad doesn't recover, murder, at the very least manslaughter."
These words were a complete shock to Dave. He expected they would have an initial discussion where he would tell this idiot what happened and Dennis and Emmy's assault. Boswell jumped to a conclusion and was ignoring all the rest. The story of how Emmy was picked up and taken to a picnic spot, strip naked and forcefully fucked by local scum bags seemed to irrelevant to this ding bat of a police officer. Thank goodness this lady turned up.
"You kidding, have you taken a statement, booked him in formally you need to do that, I will sit with him, you need to bag that phone, although after you have been all over it I'm not sure how valid the evidence would be."
"Well know I was waiting for the city boys, to come?"
"Our friend was raped officer, and this guy has not even asked about it, the house was set on fire while we were out rescuing the poor girl your mate doesn't even seem to care."
Boswell started to raise his hand to hit Dave again, then glanced at his female superior and lowered it again.
The police woman walked up to him and said directly to his face.
"Constable, we need to talk, leave this lad and come down to the office."
She guided Constable Boswell out the door and they disappeared into the bowels of the police station.
Dave waited nervously, he had not realised that this slug was trying to make out all of this was his fault, this is what Katrina had warned of. There was no mention of the sexual assaults, the chase or the fact that the turd Chase had been torching the house, he was protecting it what a mess. His mind wandered to his soul mate, he pictured her in that very first meeting in that noisy club in the city. That diminutive woman, he bumped into when he had been humiliated by his then girlfriend and her by her then boyfriend. He had gone looking for instant sexual gratification and found a partner who ticked all his boxes. In a way, they both clung to each other, knowing when they strayed, they always had arms to go backed to. He wished he could call June, his soul mate would know what to do, she always did.
